Thank you. Love is all that matters. Love is what the world is made of. May they return in love.
Maybe they danced,
Talked,
Caroused,
Flirted.
Maybe they couldn’t stand the crowd and longed for the trip home.
Maybe they felt the pulsing energy around them and couldn’t tear themselves away.
Maybe…,
I don’t know.
I didn’t know them.
But I know they were beautiful.
And I know that they found beauty in each other,
And in the love and freedom that surrounded them.
And they died for it.
They died,
Because some people…,
Maybe just a few,
But too many,
Can see only ugliness in that which they do not understand.
So their lives were cut short, their spirits released.
And I wonder which God will step forward to shelter them?
Which Savior?
Which Prophet or Saint will guide their way?
If none of theirs, then I offer mine.
Freely.
May the fair Goddess on black wings guide them swiftly to better shores then these.
As worthy as any…
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